"Are you sure you can walk?" He raises his eyebrow and tilts his head to look at my swollen ankle.
It makes me shy. He's just looking at my ankles, but I feel like I'm naked. I move my feet a little, and my face begins to burn.
"My colleagues and leaders are there. I don't want to draw too much attention." I'm sure he knows what I mean.
But he doesn't put me down.
Hearing his rhythmic heartbeat, I feel both nervous and relieved. Although I've been taught not to trust strangers since I was a child, I want to believe in him. My intuition tells me that he won't hurt me.
No one catches up with us and I'm gradually relieved. Just now, I was really worried Maisy was not gonna let me leave.
He doesn't take me back to the lobby, so I breath a sigh of relief. But then I'm confused. "Where are we going?"
"A place that won't be seen," he replies.
His answer scares me. What does he want? I want to get the pepper spray out of my
bag, which I have with me since the divorce. As long as he dares to hurt me, I will teach him a lesson!
Finally, he stops by the roadside. Lowering his head, he asks, "Shall I take you to the hospital?"
"No, thanks!" His breath falls on my face as he speaks. I feel embarrassed by the misunderstanding that he's a bad man. "Please put me down. I'll just take a cab home."
He doesn't say much and put me on the ground the next moment. His big hand is no longer around my waist. I try to walk, but the pain in my ankle nearly causes me to fall again.
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